Carnage Boxset

by Jones, Lesley

  “You boys are asking for a headache in the morning if you keep going at this rate.” She said with a smile, looking between us.

  She was pretty, in an all-American kind of way; tall, blonde, tanned, perfect teeth, and clear blue eyes. My cock twitched and I smiled back at her.

  “Well, is there anything that you can suggest that’s gonna give us less of a headache and make us feel equally as good? Maybe something a little less legal?” I asked her.

  That wiped the smile off her face and I watched her throat move as she swallowed, hard. Bingo. Miss USA knew exactly what I was after and where I could get hold of it.

  We’d smoked a lot of weed and popped a few pills, even tried some LSD while we’d been on tour, but we’d stayed away from the marching powder. Yet right now, we needed a quick fix and couldn’t afford to be hungover in the morning, making cocaine the perfect drug of choice for the evening.

  “You guys cops?” she asked me outright.

  “No, love,” Maca said. “We’re tourists on holiday, over here from London, and we’ll make it worth your while for a few grams of good quality white stuff.” He made a point of being nonspecific about what we were after, just in case she did recognise us and went running to the papers.

  She flicked her hair over her shoulders and looked up and down the bar.

  “I get off in ten minutes. I’ll make some calls then, but it’ll cost ya.” She narrowed her blue eyes at us, probably trying to work out if we had money or not. We showered and changed after our game of golf and were both wearing cut off jean shorts, T-shirts, and flip-flops.

  “Not a problem, love,” Maca told her. “We got a really good pound to dollar exchange rate, so we’re feeling flush.” He lifted his glasses up from the bar and winked at her as he spoke. I watched in silence as she visibly melted a little and then leaned across the bar towards us.

  “Flushed enough to share with me when I get off?” she asked quietly while we both stared down her vest at her tits.

  “We’ll share with you, if you share with us?” She smiled her Hollywood smile and looked up at both of us through her lashes.

  “What would you like me to share?”

  “Yourself,” Maca said bluntly.

  “Well, I could, or I could call some friends up and we could all have a good time together.”

  I was suddenly very hot, and very hard. I took off my cap and ran my hand through my hair. It was either that, or I pulled out my dick and wanked myself off all over her face from across the bar, which I was pretty sure would’ve been an offence in America, and probably the rest of the world. So, I decided to keep my dick in my pants, at least for a little while longer.

  * * *

  An hour later, we were the proud new owners of five grams of class A. We’d done two lines and played three games of pool, and we were flying high and feeling fine.

  Like I’d said before, don’t judge. It was the 80’s, and we were rock stars living the dream. Underage drinking and snorting coke was practically written into our job descriptions.

  Almost.

  The barmaid approached the table we were sitting at with two friends in tow—one blonde, one brunette. “Hey, boys. I called up some friends. A few more are on their way.”

  Being the perfect pair of shit-faced English gentlemen that we were, we both stood up. “Ladies,” Maca bowed slightly for effect.

  “Holy fucking shit,” the brunette yelled. “It’s you! I’m, I-I mean, you’re them,” she continued to stutter.

  Keen to shut her down and not draw attention, I stepped in. “Indeed, we are them, ladies, but we’d like to keep that between us if you don’t mind.”

  “Who are you?” The barmaid asked.

  “That’s Marley Layton and Sean McCarthy from Carnage,” the blonde that had just arrived said with a smile.

  “Shit, I knew I recognised you from somewhere. I can’t believe I asked if you were cops,” she laughed.

  “Neither could we,” Maca told her.

  “So, what are your names, ladies?” I asked.

  “I’m Cindy,” said the barmaid.

  “Of course you are,” I replied, “And I bet you two are Tressy and Barbie.” They all look at each other, confused. “If I press your belly button, does your hair get longer?” I asked the brunette.

  “Dude, how high are you?” Maca asked from beside me, but the girls start to laugh as the penny dropped.

  “Barbie, Cindy, and Tressy are all dolls.” The brunette explained to Maca.

  “How the fuck do you know that?” Maca gave me a confused look.

  “Because my sister had one of each when she was a kid.”

  Shit.

  He let out a breath as if he’d been punched. Fuck, why did I mention my sister?

  “And my eagle-eyed action man used to kidnap them on a regular basis, making them strip off and shag him before he would let them go,” I add for the sake of some humour.

  “You’re sick,” said Cindy.

  “Actually, I’m Marley, and that’s Maca. You’re Cindy and you two lovely ladies are?”

  “I’m Mel,” said the brunette.

  “And I’m Dawn,” said the blonde that wasn’t the barmaid.

  They were both pretty—not as pretty as Cindy, but good looking enough. Mel was short and curvy with dark hair, skin and eyes. Dawn was tall and slim with broad, athletic shoulders—a swimmer if I’d had to guess. She had zero curves and not really my type, but right then, sex was sex.

  “So, ladies. How’d you fancy coming back to our hotel for a few drinks?” I asked them with a smile.

  * * *

  After waiting around for three more of Cindy’s friends to arrive, we made it back to our room in two taxis. Word must’ve gotten out on where in town we were staying. There were a few fans and a couple of photographers waiting outside. For some reason, Maca decided to put on a show for the snappers and posed with his arms draped around two of the girls.

  After signing some autographs, I eventually dragged him inside and up to our room, where we found Milo sitting on a chair outside.

  “What the fuck you doing here?” I asked.

  “Len’s orders,” he grunted, apparently not happy. Milo was big, and I mean a huge bloke. There was no way that his arse could be comfortable on that chair he was sitting on.

  “What exactly were Len’s orders?” Maca inquired.

  “That you two go to your room, alone, and don’t slip back out later tonight.” I looked across to Maca and we both started to laugh.

  “Tell Len to either come join the party or go fuck himself,” Maca told him as I let all eight of us into the room.

  “You coming in, fat boy?” I asked Milo.

  “I’ll give you fat boy, you little prick. Fat or not, I’ll put you on your skinny white arse.”

  I shook my head. “You’ve gotta catch me first,” I said with a smile and slammed the door shut in his face.

  He knew I didn’t mean it. It was the usual banter that went on between the two of us. I was fully aware of the fact that Milo Williams could probably kill me with one hand tied behind his back.

  Maca was on the phone when I turned around, ordering up room service and less than five minutes later, two bottles each of Dom Pérignon, Smirnoff Vodka, and Jack Daniels bourbon arrive.

  Maca pressed play on the music system. Run DMC and Aerosmith’s ‘Walk This Way,’ blasted out and the party got started. Alcohol was consumed, coke was lined up on the coffee table and snorted, weed was smoked, and less than an hour later, I had my fingers inside one girl while another rode my face, and a third sucked on my dick. After pulling my fingers out of Cindy, I lifted the girl off my face by her hips and looked around the room. Despite having two bedrooms, we’d all ended up spread over the two Queen beds in my room.

  Maca was flat on his back, two girls kissing his mouth and stroking his cock simultaneously as a third girl sucked on his balls. I sat back against the padded headboard and lit a joint.

  “You girl
s ever fuck each other?” I asked Cindy.

  “All the time,” she said with a lazy smile. She was lying next to a girl named Lori at the end of my bed. Without taking her eyes off me, she pulled Lori in for a kiss. Mel moved from beside me and crawled between Cindy’s legs. I watched as Lori straddled her face and Cindy’s arm snaked around her as she slid two fingers inside her arse.

  “Mac! Maca, you seeing this.” He sat up and blinked a few times before looking at me with a smile.

  “Fuck,” he said with a laugh.

  Without interrupting the rhythm Mel had going with her tongue and her finger inside Cindy, I pulled her hips up in the air towards me and opened her legs. She was wide open, wet, and glistening. I needed to fuck her. Before I could move and get into position behind her, she stopped what she was doing and looked over her shoulder at me, shaking her head.

  “No, I want you both at the same time.” My eyes darted to Maca who was still watching. He nodded his head … of course he would.

  Van Halen was asking ‘Why Can’t This Be Love’ from the other room and I smiled, thinking to myself that the world would be a much happier place if they all just took a few drugs, had some good sex, and chilled the fuck out.

  Maybe that’s what Len needed in his life.

  “Come over here, sweetheart,” Maca said, holding his hand out to Mel.

  “Ladies, you wanna go join the party on that bed for a while.” It wasn’t a request, and the three girls, whose names I didn’t know that were all over him a minute ago, stood and made their way to my bed as I took Mel by the hand and walked over to where Maca was lying flat on his back, waiting, stark bollock naked with his dick hard on the other bed.

  “You done this before?” he asked Mel. She shook her head no.

  “Me and Cindy with other guys, but never me with two guys. I want to though.”

  “You got lube?” He asked. She shook her head no again and his eyes turned to me. I shrugged my shoulders and headed into the bathroom. The only thing I could find that might be useful was the complimentary hand cream. I headed back out to the bedroom where Mel was sliding a condom onto Maca, who was now sitting back against the headboard. I threw him the hand cream and he laughed.

  “I’m improvising,” I told him as I climbed onto the bed.

  Mel tore open a condom wrapper and slid it over my rock-hard dick as I watched.

  “Turn around,” Maca ordered her. “Get on all fours, face the end of the bed and open your legs so that you’re straddling both of us.” She did as she was told, putting her in a position that meant she was wide open to both of us.

  “I fucking love being me,” I said to no one in particular.

  I watched as Maca pushed two fingers inside her cunt and she instantly pushed back on them.

  “You got any preferences, sweetheart? Do you care which one of us fucks what?” I asked her.

  She looked over her shoulder at me. “You in my pussy, Maca in my ass.”

  I took the hand cream and unscrewed it, squeezing the citrusy smelling lotion onto the crack of her arse. Maca watched me as I dragged it down and circled my fingers around her arsehole. Again, she pushed back, wanting more. Maca adjusted his position and pushed all four of his fingers inside her at the same time I slid my index finger into her arse.

  “Oh. Oh god,” she moaned. “Fuck, it’s too much. I’ll come if you keep doing that.”

  “That’s okay,” I told her. “We’ll soon make you come again.”

  We both worked our fingers inside her at a faster pace. The harder we finger fucked her, the harder she pushed back. I watched as her spine curved and arched.

  Her skin was beautiful, flawless, and the colour of a milky coffee. I added another finger and she let out a hiss, but still pushed back, taking all that we were offering her.

  “That’s it, baby, let it go,” I encouraged her. She was moaning and sighing things that we couldn’t quite make out. We didn’t look at each other, our concentration solely on making the girl come, and when she did, it was with a loud groan and convulsions that we felt move through her whole body. I leaned forward and kissed her arse cheek as I slid my fingers out of her.

  “That was beautiful, Mel. I’m gonna go wash my hands and then we’re gonna fuck you senseless, make you do that all over again.”

  When I came back from the bathroom, she was kneeling between Maca’s legs and kissing him on the mouth. I climbed onto the bed next to them.

  “Turn around, baby. Hook your legs over Maca’s.” She turned around as if she was sitting on his lap and opened her legs, hooking them over each of his, which were bent and raised at the knees.

  “Can you feel his dick, baby?”

  “Yeah.”

  Maca sat up and adjusted his position slightly, looking down into his lap.

  “Oh fuck,” she sighed, tipping her head back and biting down on her bottom lip.

  “You all right?” he asked her.

  “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. More, give me more.”

  He moved again and this time, it was him that let out a groan.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” he said through gritted teeth. Mel curled her arm around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

  “So good, so fucking good,” she whispered.

  He laid back, taking her with him; her back to his chest. His knees were still raised, legs spread apart, with Mel’s legs hooked over his thighs. He gripped her hips for leverage and moved her slowly up and down.

  We’d never done it like that before. We usually took the girl on her side or with her face down, us in the same positions as we were in then, but her with her arse in the air? That was different.

  I climbed between both their legs and sucked on the nipples that Maca was pinching, before kissing her on the mouth. I held myself up with one arm and guided my cock inside her with my free hand.

  “Fuck, you’re tight.” I hissed. All I got in response was a moan from both her and Maca. Maca moved and I could feel him, just a thin layer of skin and latex between us. I moved again, sliding inside her till I was balls deep.

  “You okay?” I asked her.

  “Move,” she said quietly. “Both of you, move. Fuck me.”

  I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I thrust and ground against her hard. It took a few attempts, but we got our shit together and found a rhythm that worked. We were musicians, for fuck’s sake. We had it covered. Maca thrust so hard that his hips were lifting off the bed. I was grinding back until I got that all too familiar tingle at the base of my spine.

  My eyes met his and I watched as he bit down on the curve of her neck. His hands cupped her tits, like he was offering them up to me. I raked my teeth over one, then the other, returning to lick and suck them and Maca’s fingers as I did. It was the most intense sexual encounter of my life. I felt it in every fibre of my being.

  Mel reached around to my arse with one hand and up around to Maca’s hair with the other.

  “Fuck,” She screamed. “Harder, harder … oh god, oh god.” Her fingernails clawed into my lower back and arse cheek.

  “Oh, fuck—yes!” Maca roared, her nails digging in harder. I made a noise that didn’t even sound human as I came and came and came, experiencing, what was at that time, the best orgasm of my life.

  And then suddenly, in an instant, everything changed.

  “Oh god, Georgia, yes,” Cindy cried out.

  My head spun around and I watched as she pushed one of the other girl’s head between her legs, her hips bucking up and grinding into her mouth. She stilled and went ridged before panting out, “You are so fucking good at that, George, so good.”

  I turned to look down at Maca. He was staring up at the ceiling, breathing hard.

  I slid out of Mel and pulled off my condom.

  “Ow,” she complained as I pulled her ungraciously off of Maca.

  He slid off his condom before he even stood up. He walked over, grabbed the bag of coke and a couple of joints that had already been rolled f
rom the chest of drawers, and stormed out of the bedroom, across the living room area of the suite and into his own room, slamming the door behind him.

  Chapter Nine

  1986

  I gave him an hour before I went and checked on him, but I just got told to ‘fuck off’ from behind his locked door.

  I left him to it and headed back to my bed and the six needy young ladies that couldn’t get enough of me, or of each other.

  * * *

  I woke to the sound of Len shouting. Fuck knows how many hours later.

  “Get up, get dressed, and get out!” he shouted.

  Without opening my eyes, I reached down to scratch my balls but instead came into contact with a head full of long, silky hair. I dragged my fingers through it and with my other hand, I guided my semi-hard dick into the mouth that belonged to the hair.

  “Marley, get her lips off your dick and get the fuck in the shower. It’s nearly nine o’clock, and Jimmie lands in half an hour. I want you up and looking lively when I get back from the airport.”

  “Fuck off, Len … Oh yeah, just like that baby, don’t stop.” I told the girl whose face I was fucking. I had no idea which one of them it was because I had yet to open my eyes.

  I heard Len move around the bedroom. “Up, ladies. Get up and get out, else I’m calling Milo in to throw you out and believe me, you don’t want that.”

  I heard the girls groan and complain, but I still didn’t open my eyes. The mouth that my dick was inside continued to suck and my hips continued to thrust. A fingertip slid along the seam under my balls and travelled along until it started to circle my arsehole before slowly pushing its way inside. I had women do it to me before, and I knew that if she hit the right spot, I’d be done in seconds.

  Bingo.

  My balls tightened and my hips thrust forward.

  “Marley!” My brother shouted right in my ear. I opened my eyes and watched, horrified as he grabbed the girl by the hair and pulled her mouth off my dick. Jizz shot out of me and hit the girl in the face, along with Len’s nice navy blue Pierre Cardin polo shirt.